Dead Eyes Don’t Cry

Dead eyes don’t cry..yet still see.. The lies, excuses, alibis… denial determination… lips turned up into a smile ..half witted grin…. heart empty in open space it hides…erected stance… Chin, horizon paralleled ….hair quaffed, gel well not a strand astray… Convented stilettos glide…well seasoned grace. What’s that bytch name?

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